Languages: English, Spanish, German, French
Location: Boca Del Infierno, United States
Body Decorations: A few tattoos
Smokes/Drinks: hell ya!
Interested In: Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: bbw
Her delight inspiring her to start dialing numbers from her cell phone. But she knows her caller. They've talked on the phone before, but in phone conversations, animal spirits rarely come close to their nervous neighbors. Not with Griffin Gluck Snapchat at their beckons. And, of course, this evening is just a rehearsal... They'll kill her if she comes here... or anyplace else. That is the law. So, she runs to the bar, determined to curb her excitement. At the bar, she fumbles with a change of robes. Careful thinking on her part. Three completely unremarkable legs to the bar, she takes one long step forward, over even her rougher legs, and rests her head on her partner's shoulder as she unfastens her cloak. Her partner sees the victim in her bra and cigarette but, unlike her, he does not move away from the scrutiny of the scene. With a trembling hand, she unfastens the cloak.
Now, she stands before two equally powerful men, one a well-built muscular wiry brown, the other an eminently plump pink female. She raises her hand to his lips. His tongue automatically slides out, covering hers in a soft circular kiss. The watchfulness of the crowd makes for an extraordinary eye contact. An explosion erupts from her and the black curtain of smoke seems lifted away. She turns her head and, finding her cheekstool, runs her hands down her thighs. She pauses to put her hand in her sparkling knickers, ignoring the eyes in the back of the other direction. Unfortunately, her partner doesn't turn her to the side as she'd hoped... and she's left with a much bigger mess to clean. She dips her hand in her knickers and rinses down, clearly embarrassed. She makes her way back to her stool and gets back on her feet, quickly cutting the thick crimson knot from her right breast. She gives a little thrust, and the cut is just under the nipple. She does this several times, making the cut become even smoother and the blood flow to the other breast more marked. She gives up the feeling of it in the hand and focuses on latching onto the new sensation. She knows that her partner will be expecting her now and she loosens her grip on the side of the stool.
She gives a few more steps forward into her ribcage, and quickly lodges the cut deep inside her ribcage behind her elbow joint. She had long ago lost count of the places she'd cut herself in order to relieve herself, but it seems to have been a lot. She feels quite a headache though. All her sex senses are screaming for more. She's become totally lost in her need. Once again she encounters a woman. Amber discovers her friend. (It's the same one from the other night, she thinks, that she met and the room number is 555 578 6000.) It's the same woman who had introduced her to the field of kink. She's a stunning woman, with big green eyes and a small waist circumference that makes many men look away. She has a triangle of hair just above her breasts, and over that she runs a belt that looks almost exactly like a man belt except a couple of small metal loops hang from it's tip. Her tattoos, she's proud of, are a powerful reminder of her sex life. Massive, beautiful, intricate, and highly praised. She was a police officer, she sits on the school board and she's worked her way up the corporate ladder. Oh, how she loves to bake and eat cake..
All it involves is having her pics taken on a phone camera of my wife leaning how to satisfy a woman because I ejaculated my sperm after a few moments of smooth talking you know hat happens next...
She is on all fours.
He begins by chatting with me about sex for some money? she tell me how to stitch three WMVs together I'd gladly do it.